Words

I play with words
Because words play with me
Bouncing me about
like a ball made of flesh
why cant i seem to get out of this?
why does everything i feel have to seem so true?
or is it still more than it seems?
how much more can there possibly be?
why does that little lock of hair have to stray
on to that nymphish face
teasing eyes
glowing radiance
sleepless nights
monkey wrenched brain
broken heart?
yet... still hope?